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Silent Boat
04:18
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Your heart is closed
It's an open mouth surgery
Yea I know I'm coming on
Living in a silent boat
Cant see anything
I'm in my own way
Can't see anything
Let me out of this whorehouse
Can't feel anything
Best I go my own way
Can't feel anything
Let me out of this whorehouse
Lest you want to make a joke
I'm living in a silent boat
Well did you want the hope?
Living in a silent boat
Lest you think i'm here to quote
Living in a silent boat
Lest you know how to give hope
Living in a silent boat
I know it was a piece of joke
but i'm living in a silent boat
Living, I know.
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2. |
About Myself
03:40
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You is what I hate about myself
When i'm happy you are sad
When i'm down you're feeling glad
You is what I hate about myself
When you're slow I got speed
When I die it's you who bleeds.
No no no no I think i'll drive.
No no no no I think I'll drive.
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3. |
Brown and Green
05:46
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You are my roller.
Brown and green.
Roll you up like i'm a machine.
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4. |
By My Own Name
05:34
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Forget my waistline,
Every pair of pants I work till i'm filthy.
Don't forget the clothes on the rack,
Hear that old horse whipping the cracks.
What you wasting on?
What you wasting? No work there was.
When the fists came at you,
You were shaking hands.
How can fourteen years just blend into an old soup,
sitting on the counter got them hungry ol' blues.
Fourteen men on a string, in the subway hall.
They got bling and years to call (their own)
Me, by own name.
That's me, by my own name.
Why don't you forget how you got here,
It's all the same.
That's me by my own name.
You still call me by my old name.
But in your eyes, it's all the same.
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5. |
Just Got Home
03:47
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You just got home,
You just got home.
You were at the beach.
Watching them folk.
You were feeling sad.
Then a man,
Swam out into,
The deep blue sea,
You just got home,
And the first thing,
That I wanna do,
Is take you upstairs.
You just got home.
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6. |
Hard Case
03:30
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Gave you a hard case
I am your protector.
I see no reason for your home.
There is no shelter from the storm.
I'm gonna die.
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7. |
Never Want Two
04:26
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8. |
Only Giants
05:10
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This is how the story goes,
raised by criminals and wolves.
Not the meager kind,
We were living off the rind.
Failing at that age old test,
May they be blessed.
But you're all in time.
But it is just a circle to me.
In your lap and out the door I winced away.
Life is short so I die now.
Take my children you old sow.
Crush them underneath your gut.
If your a bitch then i'm your mutt.
Lord knows where I come from.
Devil where do I go from here?
Bittersweet, chew off my hands,
Just raccoons living off the land.
Lend me yours and i'll sell you mine,
Pay the fee for feeling fine.
But they're only giants,
But their only giants.
Smeared my blood across her little lips.
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9. |
On The Hog
02:30
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Fuck a dog,
living low on the hog.
Let me out i'm on fire.
Catch a cock,
or just hose it down.
Fuck a dog,
living low on the hog.
Let me out i'm on fire.
Let me out i'm on fire,
you got nowhere left to go now.
You got nowhere...
You gotta nowhere...
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10. |
Hearth
04:28
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We've all got tiny arms.
We've all got long chopsticks.
Trying to feed ourselves.
Trying to feed ourselves.
Globular or flat? I think it might be a pyramid.
You're in hell,
You're in hell.
Trying to feed ourselves.
You're hell,
Tiny arms,
Try to feed each other.
Globular or flat? I think it might be a pyramid.
Could be turtles all the way down.
Could be space all around.
We've got big mouths,
Trying to feed ourselves,
You're in hell,
Try to feed eachother.
Globular or flat? I think it might be a pyramid.
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11. |
To Be Destroyed
03:05
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I had wanted a miracle
for the whole world
to be destroyed.
With only one witness left.
Go and get it I tell him.
But I can't even hear my own voice.
And I ain't getting nothing.
I ain't getting nothing off my chest.
Just pushing it deeper into my own heart.
She thinks there's a hole,
She thinks there's a hole in my head.
She is the cause of all my miseries.
She is the cure to all my miseries.
And she lives inside me.
There might be a ghost in this house.
If it weren't a secret, would you want to know?
If it ain't a secret, why do you not know?
If it weren't a secret, would you get to know?
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12. |
Howling At The Moon
02:59
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Good grief where did she go?
Don't believe, when the wind, she blows.
I'll be howling at the moon,
You know that I wouldn't give it all up to you.
Howling at the moon,
You know that I wouldn't leave it all up to you.
Miseries and destinies,
have their way,
of keeping up.
So i'll be howling at the moon,
You know that I wouldn't leave it all up to you.
I'll be howling at the moon,
You know that I wouldn't give it all up to you.
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13. |
Something Soft
06:17
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SwampWolf Vancouver, British Columbia
Born in the irradiated bogs of Eastern Europe and then again as a throat singer under the full moon, he forges weeping and laughter into a contradictory yet harmonious nature. Eerie and crawling, yet sharp and quick, his sound is holistic and relentless, invoking various genres such as blues, folk, gypsy, jazz, electronic, indie. He is a multi-instrumentalist and produces all of his own music. ... more
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